Tuesday, March 21, 2017

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Post 1483. Tuesday March 21

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

A know a guy called Stuart. He calls himself Styler because his hero is Steven Tyler, but whereas the Aerosmith play stadiums, he shrieks and strums in the street. He’s tried to get the look right;hairy, baggy shirts, mile long scarves and skinny jeans.

I was walking down a scruffy backstreet. It was blustery. Rubbish bowled along the pavement. Stuart – sorry, Styler came walking towards me leaning into the wind, hand on head. “Hi Sty”. I went to shake his hand. He took his hand from his head, and suddenly his hair took off and flew down the street! I turned to see where it was heading (pardon the pun!) and it saw darting back towards us with four tiny legs poking out of it! Just behind, an old fellow was tottering along. “Tinkerbelle, heel girl”

I don’t know what was funnier.; Styler’s expression, his never-before-seen shiny bald head, the hapless dog owner, or the animated wig. Styler suddenly took off in pursuit of his crowning glory. I haven’t seen him since. I wonder if he got it back!